[Sigmund takes Hope's wrist in one hand and... for a bit, just seems to frown at it, eyes half closed. Internally, he's pushing at his glyph - or at that part of his spirit that's been altered by the glyph - to try and force it to tell him something useful. It doesn't seem to be reacting... but this is important. This is someone's life at stake. If there's even the slightest chance... He'll do everything in his power. Finally, his lunaglyph seems to... to burst; a flash of red light in an ornate sigil across his chest, there and then gone.
He lets go of Hope; pulls his hand away like it was burned and clutches it to his chest in a fist.]
[action] sorry about that
He lets go of Hope; pulls his hand away like it was burned and clutches it to his chest in a fist.]
Sorry. I shouldn't have- Did you feel anything?